Tuesday, January 22, 2013

In all my experiences of motherhood, in my illustrious 15 year career, I have dealt with lots of poop.

I have scrubbed poop off of walls, cribs and carpets (get it well it's still wet, when it dries it becomes plaster.)

I have scrubbed hallways with trails of watery diarrhea from bedrooms to bathrooms.

I have changed mountains of diapers,
and cloth diapered- washing poop off in sinks and toilets before laundering them.

and I have routinely emeamed my son with sacral agensis.

I have dealt with lots of poop.

But today- I got a new one.

We sat down for lunch and Roo was eating. He left the table for a few minutes then came back and began to eat again (with his fingers). Only this time I smelled pooh. I looked over and saw Roo eating with brown hands.

"Roo, what's on your hands?" I asked.

I walked closer and it was definitively pooh.

There was no other sign of pooh- no dog pooh to play with, no pooh on the floor, just a little in his diaper. He must have stuck his hands in there to see what he made for that minute he was away from the table.- Kids at this age do that all the time. They just don't usually try to eat lunch with their hands that way.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

I have a working theory into why I am going so crazy in this pregnancy. Every smell, every sound, every taste (except greens or chocolate) drive me nuts.

Its driving my husband nuts too. I love him, as long as... he has showered today, doesn't wear any deoderant, doesn't breathe on me and also doesn't smell of garlic. He would like to cuddle, but I have erected a wall around me that goes out about 4 feet. Some nights he feels lucky he is still allowed in bed. (Good thing it's a king).

I see this:
1. wearing maternity clothes at 8 weeks, belly keeps growing.
2. going crazy twice as fast as normal.
3. can't handle eating, even things that a minute ago I was sure I couldn't live out.

I think this: maybe I have 2 little ones who each have completely different tastes and opinions about what they like ruling my life.

Yup- kids can be like that. They will argue just to see how crazy they can drive you.